I have discovered that my Thursday night English M01B teacher is crazy. But, this is no great surprise as I've found that most English teachers are completely nuts. She would ask a question, an answer would be supplied. She'd stare at the supplier of the answer, blink, then repeat her question to the supplier to which, hesitantly, the supplier of answer would repeat the answer to the question, she would stare again, then nod her head in agreement. The rest of us would awkwardly glance around at each other with an expression of "wtf!?" on our faces. Repeat this process from 19h to 21:50 and you've got my Thursday night summed up pretty well.

I came across at least three faces that looked very familiar while I swept across the people in the class with my eyes, searching for nothing in particular. These faces which seemed to be familiar, yet unknown kept me rather busy during the long, boring three hours which is my English class. I know I have seen these faces before, but I cannot place them. I've got 16 more class meetings to figure out their familiarities, but I want to know now.

How How Who Whom How Do I Know Thee? Where What When How Why Is That So? I See I See I Do Not See. Yes Yes Oh It Is A Cliché. Record Breaking Low Temperatures The Next Few Days. Shall I Be Cold? Maybe It Will Snow. I Doubt It But I Can Pretend. Snow. Snow. Snow. I Think Of Switzerland When I Think Of Snow. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Each Foot Pressing Down On The Snow As You Shift Your Weight Onto It And Take Another Step. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Two Weeks Down. Many To Go.

Oh, I bought myself a MacBook for my 21st birthday. It's in the mail. Mail, please hurry up. It's almost my birthday. Upon my request, my boss gave me Monday off. I think I'll sleep in. Good idea. Why thank you.